#rh!gordon

Gordon wakes up after his surgery just to turn around and be thrown into a situation he wasn’t expecting at all. The Resistance finally learns what happened to their leader and close friend. Gordon is introduced to the Citadel and gets acquainted with his new way of living, among other things...

Gordon’s expression twisted in confusion, “No no no, not brain implants. In Black Mesa they gave us the option to get neural implants in our eyes. I decided to get some.”

Gordon sat in thought before signing, “I do not remember much of what Dr. Chettmen told me. But I believe it was just a few neural implants. I have already had some from Black Mesa. They were probably nothing short of an upgrade.”

“Hello! I am doing good, thank you for asking! It is a bit hard to believe that 20 years have passed, but thanks to our benefactors I’d say I’m adjusting quiet well. Life in the Citadel is nice! The guards can be a little intimidating at times but they are here to protect me and that is comforting. Dr. Breen has been very nice, he has provided me with a comfortable room, personal guards, and he makes sure I am well fed! The only thing I don’t really like is the canned water he provides for us. I’m not a fan of how it tastes, so I just stick to tap water.”

He shifted in his seat a little nervous. Not that Gordon had any reason to think bad against the Combine. Its just they seemed to be a little too rough when it came to certain things. It made him nervous. Not scared, just nervous.

Gordon furrows his brow and holds his hands up to sign. A collar around his neck translated what he signed, “I never had a reason to not trust Dr. Chettmen. When I first woke up all I knew was he seemed friendly, he knew Kleiner personally, and he healed me. Sure he may give me the creeps but that doesn’t mean he is intentions are bad.”

Lastly, Gordon’s original concept had his legs past his knees removed and replaced with mechanical springed feet that would let him run faster.

Bury Me Face Down - grandson